Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 67
"My name is Xuanlong, I come from King Kong Temple, but I am a good person, woo woo woo... I am the son of a farmer, and I was kidnapped to King Kong Temple since I was a child. I have suffered a lot since I was a child, and they insisted on forcing me to do evil. , but I have never done anything bad from the beginning to the end, woo woo woo..."

False Xuanci burst into tears.

Come again and again.

Ning Chuan was speechless for a while, and could almost memorize their rhetoric.

This is definitely professionally trained!
If not, why would every monk of the Xuan family say that?

But fortunately, he was the first to abolish the other party's dantian, if he didn't deal with it, a group of people would definitely die on his side.

"Wait, you said your name is Xuanlong? I don't believe it. Let me ask you, how old is Xuanlong? How strong is his cultivation? What do you like to do most?"

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes, stared at the fake Xuanci, and asked.

Fake Xuanci was covered in blood, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he looked at Wu Feng in surprise.

"I... I am 63 years old, my cultivation is in the late stage of Qi storage, I like... I like..."

He didn't know how to answer for a while.

Although there is Xuanlong in the temple, how does he know what Xuanlong usually likes to do?
Could it be that this group of masters from the Martial League has investigated so deeply that they even know what Xuanlong usually likes to do?

"Damn it, I knew you were not Xuanlong, call me!"

Wu Feng yelled.

A group of quacks said nothing.Pounced again, punching the fake Xuanci again.

Bang bang bang!

Ah!
"Don't hit me, forgive me, don't hit me, I'll do it, I'll do it all..."

There were bursts of screams and screams.

"Let me ask you, are you still Xuanlong?"

Wu Feng laughed.

"I...I am not Xuanlong, I am Xuanen..."

False Xuanci cried.

"Call me!"

Wu Feng yelled.

Bang bang bang!

A group of quacks are crazy about hand addiction, punching and kicking, having a good time.

Ning Chuan on the side looked dumbfounded.

Good guy!
Is this the same process for members of the Wumeng to interrogate others?
What an eye-opener!

In this way, under Wu Feng's verbal interrogation, the false Xuanci answered five or six false names one after another, and was beaten to death by a group of quacks.

In the end, he was completely terrified, and quickly confessed and lenient, telling everyone that he is the fake Xuanci, the boss of the group of evil cultivators in the Vajra Temple.

But it was useless, even if he admitted it, Wu Feng still ordered everyone to beat him.

In this way, I played back and forth three times.

Fake Xuanci fell into a coma three times again.

After rescuing him again, Wu Feng laughed strangely again, "Let me ask you, are you still fake Xuanci?"

"me…"

The fake Xuanci's lips trembled, his head was completely invisible, tears and blood mixed together, he was terrified, trembling, and didn't know how to answer.

He answered that he was a fake Xuanci and would be beaten.

If you answer yourself, others will also be beaten.

How is he going to answer?

"I...I'm not fake Xuanci..."

"I know you're not fake Xuanci, call me!"

Wu Feng grinned grimly.

A group of quacks hurriedly rushed over, beating wildly again.

"Don't beat him to death, what if he is really a fake Xuanci..."

Ning Chuan quickly persuaded him.

"Don't worry Ning Shaoxia. I know in my heart that I won't really kill him. I've seen a lot of people like him. He has a very hard mouth and never tells the truth. You see, he answered five or six fake names before. There is no telling the truth, so you must first subdue him to the point of fear, and only then can you tell the truth!"

Wu Feng whispered.

That's it!

The eyes of a group of quacks shone brightly, and they nodded repeatedly.

"who are you?"

Wu Feng smiled coldly, and looked at the fake Xuanci again.

False Xuanci trembled, terrified, looked at Wu Feng, and said, "I... who am I? Who am I? How can I stop you from beating me, woo woo woo...

I beg you, don't hit me again, I'll recruit, I'll recruit all of you, please hand me over to the elders of Wumeng, please, hand me over to the elders..."

"Let me ask you, will you be able to prepare the antidote for the Immortal Immortal Pill?"

Ning Chuan asked suddenly.

"Yes, I will. I am the only one in the entire Vajra Temple who can understand Shenxian Bushiwan Pill. Stop beating me. I will prepare the antidote for you. I will know any antidote."

Fake Xuanci seemed to have grasped the last straw, and looked at Ning Chuan desperately, trembling, begging for mercy.

Ning Chuan's eyes flashed brightly, and he shouted, "Everyone, this person is very important, don't continue to fight, wait until Elder Zhou and Elder Jiang return, and then hand them over to deal with!"

"Okay, Ning Shaoxia is right!"

"The man was caught by Ning Shaoxia, so naturally he must be handed over to Ning Shaoxia!"

"Yes, we all have no objection!"

The heroes responded one after another.

Wu Feng also nodded slightly, and said, "The matter is of great importance, and it must be handed over to Elder Zhou and Master for interrogation!"

Ning Chuan directly put this person aside and sent someone to watch carefully, then turned around and continued to preside over the burial ceremony, burying the dead comrades in peace.

...

the other direction.

Inside Wolf Valley.

There were bursts of heavy roars, rumbling and deafening.

The powerful palm force and mana collided with each other, setting off waves of incomparably terrifying fluctuations, which sent sand and rocks flying on the ground, and rocks flying around.

Huge boulders everywhere, like pieces of paper in the wind.

Zhou Tianqi, Jiang Yuncai, Yang Wuli, Fang Wuque, and other masters were as fast as lightning. Everyone seemed to have turned into a god of war, with light shining all over their bodies. Jumping up and down, constantly bleeding.

This group of evil cultivators were trapped underground by the fake Xuanci before, and finally escaped from the underground, but they didn't expect to meet Zhou Tianqi and others who broke through the formation as soon as they escaped.

So the scene before him happened.

You must know that these evil cultivators were seriously injured, and their mana was consumed too much, so they couldn't last a few rounds in front of Zhou Tianqi, Jiang Yuncai, Yang Wuli and other late-stage Qi storage masters.

Waves of terrifying palm force and the ear-piercing roar of the knife slashed at them continuously.

One after another, evil cultivators spurted blood and screamed.

In this way, after about half an hour.

Except for seven or eight evil cultivators who were shot dead by them on the spot, they sealed their acupuncture points, shattered their dantians, and captured them alive.

After capturing this group of monks alive, Zhou Tianqi, Jiang Yuncai and others immediately searched among the crowd, and their expressions changed slightly.

"Is the fake Xuanci here?"

"Let me ask you, where is your leader?"

Jiang Yuncai suddenly looked at one of the monks and asked in a low voice.

"Forgive me, woo woo woo, I'm a good person... I'm the son of a farmer. I was kidnapped to the Vajra Temple since I was a child. I suffered a lot. They force me to do evil every day, but I have never done evil..."

The monk burst into tears directly.

"That's enough, let me ask you where the fake Xuanci is?"

Jiang Yuncai's tone turned cold.

"The head of the family is dead. I saw him being crushed to death by a huge stone with my own eyes."

The monk said quickly.

"died?"

A group of people were all shocked.

"Yes, not only the head of the family, but also seven or eight clansmen were also killed by huge stones, and the corpses are in that underground passage."

The monk continued.

"Oops!"

Zhou Tianqi, Jiang Yuncai and the others all changed countenance.

They immediately separated a group of people, jumped towards the collapsed underground passage, and began to search for the fake Xuanci's body.

Not long after, they found some bodies that had been hit by rocks under the dark and chaotic passage.

(End of this chapter)